Thank God(zilla) for the Japanese. They can bring the #creepy like nobody else.

HOT GINGER AND DYNAMITE: THE JOYS of JAPANESE CULTURE and CREATIVITY by JONATHAN KIERAN

How could I have missed this? Well, in all fairness, I have been so fascinated by the spectacularly warped eyeball-licking trend sweeping Japan (now sadly revealed to be a hoax) that some of my favorite island-nation’s most sublime foolery escaped my Weird Radar in recent months. Leave it to a dear friend in Germany to alert my insatiable, twist-sensitive curiosity to the Hizamakura Lap Pillow!

A travel expert recently informed the Huffington Post that the Hizamakura Pillow was pretty much launched in 2004 as a means for lonely males to banish the pangs of homesickness while away on business … or whatever else might drag a Japanese man away from the familiar sights and sensations of everyday domestic bliss. Since we all know that nothing exemplifies “HOME” and “COMFORT” like a kneeling woman chopped-off at the waist, the Hizamakura Pillow remains popular with overworked sales associates and corporate-types stuck in dreary hotel rooms–men in dire need of something (anything!) to capture the essence of truly meaningful female companionship!

The Hizakamura Pillow is clearly the answer to a prayer for millions of stressed-out modern souls no doubt hurtling on a collision course with nervous collapse and possibly even seppuku. She’s lightweight, relatively inexpensive, and perpetually eager to please. Best of all, Japanese men don’t have to be traumatized by pesky symbolic reminders that ladies sometimes require things like, oh, say, food, for example, since the Hizamakura Pillow betrays no hint of the need for any digestive system, much less a mouth through which expensive dinners (¥¥¥!) might be masticated and swallowed without any guarantee whatsoever of lap-lounging privileges at the end of a long, backbreaking day at the office or out-of-town business conference.

The Hizamakura Pillow offers nothing but unconditional acceptance, cranial pampering and blessed, incredible silence. With her bisected body draped tastefully in either a miniskirt or a maid’s outfit, “Miss Hizamakura Pillow-san” further satisfies the emotional needs of Japanese men by affirming traditional notions that an ideal woman is one who will dress like a slut and have the shinshitsu clean before you get home to flop your greasy skull on her thighs for the evening.

But wait … there’s MORE!

Place your Hizamakura Pillow on the grimy floor of an airport terminal as you loiter to catch your next flight. Curl up for a few hours! Hizamakura Pillow-san won’t mind a bit. Shove her in the trunk of your car for those inevitable weekend business conventions in Osaka. You won’t hear a word of protest and she’ll always fit like a charm. Bring her home to meet your parents. They’ll be thrilled to know you’ve finally found a girl who wouldn’t dream of being with any other man except you … mainly because she can’t dream. Take her camping in a tent on the slopes of Mt. Fuji. There’ll be no griping about the lack of adequate toilet facilities or running water. Watch as other male campers look at Hizamakura Pillow-san and then glower with disdain and regret at their own grouchy wives, who are not kneeling in miniskirts and who are gesturing frantically with arms attached to actual torsos as they whine about the unacceptable conditions.

You will be the envy of all who see you, thanks to Hizakamura Pillow-san, and there’s nothing like being envied to prove that a Japanese man is truly living in the lap of luxury.

(Special thanks to The Empress for getting this news-flash to me …)
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